Sam and Ivy followed the restaurant owner.
“The body’s back there. I’d rather not see it again.” He pointed at the back door. They opened the door and light spilled out. Reflections from the police bubble rotated colors across the face of the corpse.
Sam stared at the body. “What kind of wound leaves blisters around the edges?”
“I don’t know. Bishop said something about enzymes.” Ivy took a lollipop out her jacket pocket and unwrapped it.
Sam frowned. “How can you eat with that stink?”
Ivy grinned at him. “I’ve smelled that before. In Chicago.”
“Holy shit. He’s back?”